From the Reflections, You’d Accidentally, Caught a Gaze at the Hip of the Sun, That Reflected the Shier Half of Your Face

At First, You’d Thought it’d Belonged to, Someone Else

But Right Afterwards, the Trees Recognized You

With the Reflections of the Light

Everything Became Lively Again

not my photo still…

So, this, is the process of becoming one with nature, the narrator walked into this natural world, separated, and as s/he trekked, s/he became more and more in-tune with her/himself, and with nature too, until s/he can’t even tell where nature ends and her/himself begins.